The battlefield is always the closest place to hell.

When these giant warriors like the gods of hell are silently and furiously violent, and they are wrapped in the breath of death, and they are frantically strangled together in the midst of cannon fire, this is hell.

Every mech that rushed into the enemy position was desperately attacking, brandishing the weapons in their hands, and the energy cannon flashed wave after wave of red light, killing or being killed in the mountains of the dusk.

In this tragic matchup, there will always be a loser.

…… One by one, the mechs fell in the flames.

Some mechs were blown to pieces by the mech's martyrdom in an instant, while others became burning wreckage in the battlefield!

The mechwarriors screamed in the wreckage, and the blood, ticking down the cracks in the deformed cabin, was sizzling in the flames.

"Boom!" A [King Kong] completely disintegrated in a violent explosion, the shock wave shot countless fragments of large and small mecha in all directions, the white light was gradually dimmed in an instant, and swept horizontally towards the hazy horizon in the distance, black smoke wrapped in dust rolled up, rolling in mid-air in all directions, like a huge mushroom, and then, the blood-red flames licked out with the smoke, and finally rose up, reflecting the battlefield in red.

In the flickering light of the fire, vigorous figures were shuttling at high speed, and in front of them, one mecha after another stepped into the footsteps of this [King Kong] ground.

This is a group of silent and crazy killers, they swarm together, in groups of three or five, like a pack of cunning and cruel wolves, shuttling and wandering, and suddenly rushing towards the prey, biting the prey to death as fast as possible, and then, scattering in all directions, looking for the next target.

They are as fast as lightning, and their attacks are as deadly as vipers.

They are cunning and ferocious, and when their prey is mad at them, they will run away pitifully with their tails between their legs, and when their prey attacks their companions, they will be beside them to harass you and me, and when their prey is finally exhausted, they will become the most fierce and cruel wolves, and they will dismember their prey.

This was the sharpest knife of the Sharp Knife Battalion, and a full two hundred vehicles were lined up at the front of the assault formation [Hunters].

These gangsters, who have an absolute advantage in both mecha and tactics, have opened a gap in the formation of the mythical remnant army, which is full of blood and fire.

And this gap is expanding in the heavy mecha on both sides like a fire dragon raging wildly and wreaking firepower.

A [King Kong] finally caught up with the [Hunter] in front of it, and his artillery fire forced the [Hunter] to escape.

[The Hunter] turned around and screamed at [King Kong], the empty door on his chest had been wide open, his fuselage was smoking, and his left arm could no longer be lifted.

[King Kong] rushes forward, swings his sword, and the blue blade of the ion light knife goes straight to the chest of the [Hunter]!

[The Hunter's] movements have been completely deformed, his body is stiff, and his speed is not even comparable to that of an electronic mech! In his frantic screams, there was a sad inwardness and a dying struggle!

The distance is getting closer!

At the moment when [King Kong's] sword surged out! [The hunter's] movements changed, like a snake that was slowly wandering, and when a man approached it, it suddenly poked out as fast as lightning.

[Hunter] disappeared from the ionized light knife, looking at the opponent's crazy soaring speed data on the mecha computer, [King Kong]'s heart was cold!

He knew that the [Hunter] had gotten through the empty door under his sword! And the ion dagger in his hand is like a poisonous fang that flashes with cold light...

There was no way back, he laughed miserably, and the ion-light knife turned into an arc in the air, slashing downward with the tragedy of the same death.

The knife missed! The [Hunter] had already jumped out of range from its short body.

[King Kong] stood in place, a Ionic dagger pinned to the soles of his mech's feet, and behind him, another [Hunter] stuck to his back like a shadow.

The mech, as expected, lost all power.

The warrior of [King Kong] stupidly watched as the [Hunter] retrieved his dagger from the previous one, and then, seeing him return to his previous crippled appearance, walked with difficulty and stiffness towards the other [King Kong] who had just prepared to join the warband ahead.

Behind him, the sneak attack [Hunter] left silently, swimming far into the darkness, as if he had nothing to do with the crippled mech.

"Boom!" An explosion not far from the other side made the mythical warrior turn his head.

In his sad eyes, a [King Kong] crashed down, it was his company commander, a highly decorated sixth-level mecha warrior!

In the raging fire, the four figures flashed away like ghosts, and they scattered into the night as if nothing had happened, as if this [King Kong] was just a patient who had nothing to do with him, and they were just a few passers-by who were afraid of getting into trouble!

This is repeated everywhere!

However, in just over ten minutes, the remnants of the mythical army that were swept into the ground like a whirlwind by the Sharp Knife Battalion could no longer withstand it.

Though each mythical warrior has mustered all the courage he has left, when the enemy on the other side is more ferocious and powerful than the previous one, it will gradually dissipate in the miserable cries of his companions.

Even the belief in mortality will collapse in despair.

Mythical warriors are not afraid of death, but they are afraid that their death is not worth it, and they die unjustly.

The Mythical Warriors are also not afraid to form an overwhelming [Hunter] Ninth Generation Mecha against [King Kong], they just want the enemy to compete with them openly.

However, such an idea turned out to be just a luxury!

These Lelei are the most terrifying killers in the world, and the most shameful and despicable bastards!

They move through the battlefield, suddenly dividing and merging, cooperating tacitly, with strange tactics and a clear division of labor!

The responsible ground is scratching his head and throwing his breasts and hips to lure the enemy, and the person in charge of the black hand is quietly wandering around like a ghost.

The guys in charge of acting realistically drove the scarred mecha and slowly swayed in front of one [King Kong] after another, as if they would fall apart if they were hit casually.

The people in charge of attracting fire are constantly harassing, they use all kinds of foul language and obscene moves to provoke, once they attract the attention of the enemy, they immediately turn and flee, tear the enemy's formation apart, and then use their speed to break away.

The person in charge of the siege suddenly gathered at high speed in the wandering, just like an iron nail next to a magnet, stabbing four or five ion daggers into the body of an enemy at the same time in an instant.

The one in charge of killing them all over the world is looking for wounded enemies to attack, and the one in charge of rescue leads a group of hooligans to patrol around, and when they see their own people in danger, they immediately rush up.

They focus on the grassroots commanders of the mythical mecha regiment, they always take the strong to fight more and bully the weak, they are more cunning than foxes and more fierce than wolves, they have no mercy at all, one by one the [King Kong] that lost power was destroyed by them, the attack was black, outrageous!

Even if they can defeat the enemy head-on in one-on-one, they are never alone.

They are like a group of old virgins who hold their virgins firmly between their legs, and they don't even give men any chance to talk, and if there is the slightest danger, these sluts will cover their private parts and run away screaming.

Their wolf pack tactics, their water-wave cover, are even more skillful than the mythical legions.

Zero to forty!

The Second Regiment of Mythology suffered the most brutal blow in an instant! They didn't even have a chance to wreck a [Warrior Herald] who was following these [Hunters] to pick up the shady hands!

O'Sullivan turned a blind eye to all this.

Such a situation was already doomed before he launched the assault, and one after another exploding mechas, whether they were his own people or enemies, were nothing more than bright fireworks on the road to his revenge for him at this moment!

He turned on the mech stereo and walked through the battlefield of carnage and fire to soft music.

The guards were destroyed or led away, and he didn't even bother to look at them, as he walked alone through the chaotic battlefield like a robot that didn't feel at all.

Some of the [Hunters] who tried to attack the [Walker] quickly gave up, and they discovered that the [Walker], known for its speed, was no slower than the [Hunter], and that the one who piloted it was definitely a master of speed! Until you gather enough strength and pay enough price, don't try to destroy this mecha that doesn't take the initiative very easily!

A few minutes later, O'Sullivan spotted his target...... That tattered [Warcraft] that had been in front of the assault formation during the charge, but disappeared into the mecha group the moment it made contact!

At this moment, the tattered [Warcraft] had just escaped from the pursuit of two [King Kong] vehicles, and was sneakily touching the back of the [King Kong] of the other warband. And behind him, the two [King Kong] he lured were already caught between five [Hunters] and two [Honor 15].

[The Beast's] attack was launched quickly, and in the light of the flames, it quickly jumped to the ground and quickly jumped behind the [King Kong] that was desperately pouring out its firepower.

[King Kong]'s attention was completely attracted by the two obscene [Warrior Pioneers] in front of him, and [Warcraft] hung up like a hunting dog, and in an instant, the prey lost its ability to resist and fell to the ground with a bang.

As [King Kong] fell to the ground, [the beast] jumped away like a frightened rabbit, and his frightened and innocent appearance had no contact with the murderer. Such a seemingly innocent face evading responsibility seems to be an instinct cultivated by this lewd guy for a long time!

[The Pacers] silently and knee-jerked into [Warcraft].

A cold smile appeared on O'Sullivan's lips! He didn't know if this mecha that had shown great strength in the battlefield records of the Desik Hunter Legion was the fat man who had bowed his head in front of him and had a flattering face, he only knew that this person had ruined himself and the entire Mythical Second Regiment.

The sunset on the horizon had completely set into the horizon, and the fiery red clouds on the horizon had also dimmed, and in just a few minutes, the twilight had changed into night.

The mecha's energy cannon muzzle sprayed red light, and the energy projectile whistled through, falling to the ground, landing on the mecha, and blooming red. The white light of the explosion shone brightly, the fire on the wreckage crackled, flickered and extinguished, and the spotlights of the mecha that tore back and forth flickered and flickered in the dark night.

Just as he was about to sneak attack again, [Warcraft] suddenly became alert, the fat man turned around, and the long-term experience of war and the intuition cultivated by snipers made him understand that he had been targeted!

In the darkness, [the walkers'] assault was like a blinding bolt of lightning! The moment the tattered [Warcraft] just turned around, the powerful explosive power of the [Walker] had already brought it to the [Warcraft]!

The cold blue light of the ionic light knife was like a ghostly lamp that snatched souls, fluttering towards the waist of the [demonic beast].

The fat man was shocked, and the lever instantly changed four directions on the second engine position, and the engine of [Logic] let out a high-pitched stabbing sound, and the mecha was like a frightened fish, suddenly bounced up, and retreated sharply in a distorted posture!

[The walker] rushed forward, like a shadow, and the faint blue sword light suddenly soared, like a furious dragon of light!

"Mom!" The fat man's cold sweat crawled all over his body, his right hand was densely sprinkled on the mecha control keys like hail, and the hand speed of more than forty movements per second was like a phantom in the pale blue light of the virtual keyboard, and dozens of joint control keys were combined into sixteen commands in an instant!

The twisted body of [Logic] folded in an even more distorted posture the moment the ion-light knife almost slashed into the armor, like a strip of cooked ground!

"Good!"

O'Sullivan didn't expect his surprise attack to be borrowed by his opponent in such a strange way, and with a flick of his wrist, the Clearing Ionlight Knife flipped over a windmill from bottom to top, and [the walker] strode up, striding and slashing at the tattered [Warcraft] twisted into a ball on the ground with a textbook-accurate stride!

From horizontal to split, faster than a meteor.

The fat man's soul flew into the sky, and he could see that with the operation of this [Walker's] wrist alone, it had at least forty-two movements per second!

"Good mom!" This slut frantically slammed [logic] in his hand and rolled over the lazy donkey, and his mouth was not idle, and he shouted angrily: "The dog is shameless, sneak attack!" "It's completely oblivious to what I've just done.

"Your mom is good!" O'Sullivan was not angry at all, with the speed of the [Pacer] and his control, as long as he took the lead, few people could slip out of front of him, and he said leisurely: "Lao Tzu will sneak attack!" As he spoke, the mecha turned around, and the ion-light knife flashed with a cold blade, cutting a straight deep mark on the ground, and slashing at the tattered [demonic beast]!

"I'm good, your mother is good!" The fat man jumped like a thunderbolt, and [Logic] jumped up from the ground like a toad, kicked his leg in the air in a strange way, and crashed into [the walker's] arms like a missile!

When the two mechs flew away in the violent impact, Wu Zi heard the fat man's voice: "Fuck, dare to sneak up on your father!" ”

[The walker] steadied himself, sword in his hand and silent.

No one knew the horror in O'Sullivan's heart at this moment, this was the first time that he had been so easily tied in the case of occupying an absolute lead, with the movement of that tattered [Warcraft], at that moment, he definitely had a hand speed of fifty movements per second!

Fifty moves! This is the speed that only a ninth-level warrior who has stepped into the ranks of top mecha warriors has, and now, it has actually appeared on the body of this tattered [Warcraft]!

O'Sullivan suddenly felt that this mecha cabin was bitterly cold!

"Idiot! If you had just taken over empty-handed, the balance wings on his shoulders would have been able to be removed for you, and you had wasted such a good opportunity! ”

In the cockpit of [Warcraft], the little kid pointed at the fat man with a look of hatred and scolded: "I don't even know how to say you, are you a pig?" ”

"Smack!" The fat man unceremoniously slapped the little kid to the floor and scolded: "Lao Tzu wants to be able to take on any magic empty-handed, I have already used it for a long time, and I want you to teach it, the hand speed of seventy movements per second, you can try it!" ”

The little kid opened his mouth and stammered, and climbed back onto the console stupidly, he knew that if it weren't for the fat man's blessing to the soul of the seventy-two stunts, he would have been hit by that knife, to use the "toad skill" to pick up the "magic empty", it does require an absolute hand speed of seventy movements per second, which is basically an impossible task for this fat man.

The fat man looked at the silent [Walker] in front of him, and smiled hehehe, he understood that the "Toad Ascension", which only required thirty-five hand speeds per second, just now brought a lot of shock to this [Walker], and he could use thirty-five hand speeds to pull back the situation under the attack of forty-two hand speeds, which is a complete subversion of traditional mecha fighting!

The tattered [Warcraft] clapped his hands, stretched his left leg forward, bent his right leg at his knee, and put his hands in a ballet-style style to scratch the small tender grass on the ground to welcome the guests, and his fingers hooked at [the walker], and said softly: "Come, Lao Tzu can't beat you an unfortunate person!" ”

(To be continued)